The Weakest Person In The World Novels & Stories

He was just like me, but not weak. “So what’s your story?” he asked after he was done pouring his heart out. I didn’t feel the need to pour my heart out, but I just couldn’t say no to someone who had passed through more pain than me “I’m a weakling no one cares about. Useless, pathetic, anything pertaining to weakness—that’s me. I was born that way, and I see the deal in it every single day. Due to my weakness I could only work as a teacher in the lowest schools and surprisingly it’s summer holiday so it was probably the best time. ” I narrated my story to him, and surprisingly, he was glaring at me with his cute brown eyes throughout.

Selena hated to be viewed as weak, as this girl who always needed help. She was not. She was never weak. It was only because she was an omega that everyone saw her like that. Or maybe it was because almost everyone knew that her sister had always been sick, making her kind of depressed almost all of the time. But did being depressed make you weak? She did not think that, honestly. If that was one of the factors that could tell if someone was weak, then that would mean that she was the weakest person ever. Because you see, she was depressed by nature.

"I don’t know who that man is, but when we fought, I tried to use one of my Fae powers on him and he just—he copied it. Not only did he copy it, Daisy, he sent it right back at me like it was nothing. If I hadn’t weakened the attack before releasing it, if I had truly meant to kill him with it, I don’t think I would be standing here talking to you right now." Daisy let her hands fall into her lap. "Listen, you need to understand something very important about life," she said after a short pause. "There will always be people weaker than you and people stronger than you. But among all the strong people you meet, there is always one person who is stronger than everyone else. That’s how life wor

“Are you kidding me? No one has ever considered me a strong person, I am alway the weak and unfit one.” “They are blind to see the real you.”the man said with a smile,it's like he can see through me Who is this mysterious man?

We sat in silence as I continued crying. “This is ridiculous, what is the point of training when I know that I will never be as strong as you guys. You all are werewolves and I am just a human living in the werewolf world, I don’t have what it takes. I will never be as strong as any of you even the lowest omega with the smallest wolf can literally knock me out. I am just so useless” I lament, cleaning my tears.

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died! Then now let me die!"

"For not being good enough. For being the fat omega your parents are ashamed of. For causing so much trouble. For not being able to defend you like Vivian did. For everything." "Stop," Dante said firmly. "None of this is your fault. None of it." "But they're right," I said, tears streaming down my face. "I am weak. I couldn't even speak when they were insulting me. I just stood there crying like a child while another woman defended you." "You're not weak," Dante said, pulling back to cup my face. "You're the strongest person I know. But you were ambushed. Attacked by people who should have been supporting you. Anyone would have been overwhelmed."

I think I am just the most unlucky, wretched person in the entire world. A thick lump of raw humiliation and grief choked my throat. *What other regular people get so easily in life—peace, safety, friendship—I have to struggle incredibly hard just to glimpse it. I can't even protect the people I love. I should never allow anyone into my life ever again, because the moment I do, they will only end up getting severely hurt or killed.*

"I'm so fucking weak. I can't even stand up to them. I'm pathetic." I dropped to my knees in front of him, reaching out to pull his hands away from his hair. "No, Adrian," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "That's not true. This isn't your fault. And you are not weak. You're one of the strongest people I know. You survived what they did to you, and that takes more strength than you can imagine. You’re a survivor."

“Yes, they hurt me too much for me to just forget about them. A lot of people has hurt me, why? Because they think I’m no one, I don’t want to be no one. I don’t want to be the weak forbidden omega anymore.” ‘But you were never weak,’ Salome quickly opposed, ‘I can agree with your ridiculous claims and all, but never the one that states you a weak young lady. You’re the strongest person I know.’ I sniffed under the shower. I wish I can believe her and that her words were the truth, but I know she’s just saying that to make me feel good.